daddy's boy

And daddy thinks I spoil you with affection?! The two of you are pretty attached to the hip.

(visiting the library on daddy's day off)

Curbed

Your excitement for the playground got the best of you. The moment daddy got you out of the car and set you on the asphalt, you took off. Unfortunately, your feet couldn't keep up with the rest of your body. Within seconds your face ended up on the curb. Here's to your first black eye.


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Turning two has resulted in far more cuts, and bumps, and bruises than mom ever expected. You are becoming more and more like daddy everyday. Momma is just crossing her fingers that there will be no plastic surgeon for awhile!

my little lumber jack

Halloween was two weeks ago and you are still demanding to wear your flannel and rock those boots. Yes, you were the cutest little lumber jack momma has ever seen. I secretly wished your dad would dress up and be twinsies with you.

You wore a cozy flannel shirt, and rugged little boots. We even painted on a beard...and then repainted the beard every hour after that. Snot has a way of ruining artwork. Fortunately you have a ginormous head, because daddy's beanie finished off the outfit. The only part that made you cry were those dang suspenders. I know they are a lot like a backpack and you were getting all sorts of confused with 'em, but was it really necessary to throw such a tantrum? They are just supposed to keep your stylish skinny jeans up!

You thought trick or treating was pretty cool. Other than the fact you refused to hold your own bag, you picked up on it really quickly. Only a few houses in, you forgot all your manners and went for handfuls, sometimes two. You had a sucker in your mouth the entire night.

As it got darker you spent a good amount of time following your shadow. But that dang thing is so tricky! Every time you squatted down to grab it, it disappeared. How rude!

Halloween was a total success. Lots of candy, holding cold hands, and the most irresistible little lumber jack around.

splish splash

You have been both splishing and splashing all summer long.


Did you know that you get rosy red cheek from the heat just like your daddy? I am glad you like the water so much, we needed it to cool down after a long hard day cleaning out the garage. And when we weren't cleaning we were eating. Sounds like a whole lot of fun huh? Amanda and David were there too. You love them. Well, you love their cell phones. And you cried when the cell phones left.

Single motherhood

I tell your dad on a regular basis that I feel like a single mother. To keep up with your ever coming medical bills, to finally graduate and get that diploma, and to spoil us like crazy, your daddy puts in some serious over time, like OVER-over time. He loves us, and he works hard to make sure we know it.

Its tough without him.

Its even tougher when you notice that most of your conversations in a given day are with a baby, and that baby doesn't listen. Its like super tough when you noticed that you have said "focus" like a bajillion times to that baby. And its probably the toughest when you have grown addicted to that person that is gone so much.

This addiction is not limited to me. Oh no, no. I am not the only one going crazy at night waiting for goodnight kisses. We go crazy because we cant get enough of him! Even after a long lazy Saturday, it doesn't seem to be enough. We drop in at work just to get a fix. We call daddy more times than he can handle, i know this because he often ignores us. We even started waiting outside of his school just to play with him between classes.

We need him.

And I am fairly certain you want to be like him. Its just a guess, but take a look for yourself:







See the resemblance?

flirting

Sometimes i feel like you will be this way forever, spending the rest of eternity as an over-sized sack of flour that longs for me to hold him on my hip at the absolute most difficult times, that uses me for my hugs and kisses, that loves me most when I am about to leave. Can’t you imagine playing basketball and cars until we can’t take it any more, like actually forever?! Wouldn't that be awesome? but other times it is like I can see you growing away from me in fast-forward, and i am clamoring for the pause button.

It is all so clichéd isn't it? Is there nothing new in this world?

I’m just one of many, nothing special, experiencing what millions have experienced before me. But you are mine, and I am going to love you all the way, and relish in every single overused new mom stereotype. And watching you today made me smile. It also made me realize that you don’t always need my love and attention like you used to.

Having the teensy budget that we have, momma decided the perfect night out would be a small outdoor summer concert.

I packed all of the essentials; blankets, toy cars, and more snacks than any three humans should ever consume in one setting. I thought these things would make you happy, make you want to snuggle with me. I love when we snuggle.

I was wrong

Apparently blankets are not as enticing outside the comforts of our home. You preferred the freedom. You spent a good amount of time walking too close to electrical objects and a man putting on a concert that wanted nothing to do with you. When you got sick of us grabbing you to snuggle in our blankets, you ran off to sit on some girl’s lap. When you were done sitting on her lap, you walked over to a girl that had cookies. Once you took a cookie for yourself, you leaned back to back with some stranger to eat that cookie.

You didn’t need momma. You were flirting. And who needs their mom around when they are getting their flirt on?

So I sent dad.

He walked you up and down the aisle. Taught you his tricks of the trade I suppose. I say this, because he came back to me saying, “If I were single, I could have gotten any girl I wanted with him as my wing man, he is a ladies magnet!”

Terrifying!

just a day in the park...

...a very cold day in the park!

So, momma has this thing (and excuse my lack for a better word). This thing that drives her nuts to stay inside too much. Daddy will attest. Its a real thing, and it probably needs to be diagnosed, but momma isn't ready to put a name to this thing quite yet! Besides, you seem to enjoy the fact that this thing forces us to get out! After a FULL day inside it has managed to take us to cities that are too far away to be considered Salt Lake anymore, and it does so at odd hours. This thing regularly gets us out of the house and we end up at Red Mango far too late for a weeknight. This thing also has been known to take us Ikea, to do nothing but look around. Did you know I even wound up at Ikea only 4 hours before I went into labor with my lil man?

And on Sunday, it forced us to the park. This idea seemed so appropriate for a lazy Sunday afternoon. It seemed appropriate until we actually opened the doors to our cozy lil house and felt the temperature outside for the first time that day. But when this thing that I speak of wants out, we have got to listen! So, we bundled up, and went to the park as it directed.

Turns out, this thing I have is pretty smart after all. Rain or shine (but mostly shine), hot or cold (but mostly hot), the park is a perfect place for a lazy Sunday. Did you know that momma and daddy would even take walks before you came? Yup, on occasion we found ourselves in a snow storm with snowboard boots, trudging around our complex. Sundays we made for walks, or walks were made for Sundays. Whatever the case, you seem to think so too.

We walked the park, and you babbled the entire time. You even clapped when someone walked by. Its like you were proud that they were out there too. We took a ride on the swings, and you incessantly cocked your head back to admired the clouds. An old lady laughed as she walked by. You are such a people pleaser, and a flirt, depending on the crowd, just like your daddy.


Oh how I love our trips to the park! Momma and Daddy are antsy to get more of them as you become older (and as it becomes warmer). I catch daddy daydreaming out playing ball with you. He loves being your dad. You love it too.

Love, Momma

Purposeful memory loss? I think not!

Remember that one time I hoped you wouldn't get a memory like mine? Well, I even more so hope you don't get a memory like dad. He has a tendency to not only leave the keys in the car during dinner, but he leaves the keys in the car while its running.

Did I mention the doors were unlocked?!?

That's right, in case you didn't pick up on it, some one could have stolen our 1995 Isuzu Trooper, and that would have been a shame! That car is planning on celebrating its 16th birthday this year! That means good 'ol Sarge can almost drive it's self! Oh, and she is aging beautifully!

(I told you she was a beauty!)

I hate to think that your daddy hates my car that much that he basically was giving it away in the Cafe Rio parking lot. So I am going to stick with the logic that he left the keys in the car on accident. Besides, his initial face when I found out read GUILT and EMBARRASSMENT. And I most definitely do not want to go into the fact that I catch him car shopping regularly behind my back! Let the record show, daddy definitely forgot he left the car running!

So here is to hoping you don't get momma's or daddy's memory....or lack of!

Love, momma

Your Sensitive Side

I hope you turn out exactly like your dad.

Did you know your daddy lets his emotions get the best of him? Momma can’t think of a single movie he hasn’t cried in. This intense sense of emotion also extends to TV shows, or the occasional commercial. Yes, at times, it does make me feel heartless when the man sitting next to me is crying and I am not, but I love it.

I hope this for you.

I also hope that on the millionth time your wife find you crying in such a situation, that you continue to deny it, even if she see the tears as you wipe them away. I think she will just adore your sensitive side.

Love, momma

short term memory

Little mister, I just hopes that you didn't get your lack of short term memory from momma. I managed to lock us out of the house yesterday. We cuddled in the car, wrapped in a blanket until we managed to come across a key.


Now that i think about it daddy has a bad short term memory too. So, the chances aren't in your favor that anything will differ, but we sure hope so!

Love, momma.